Prose

A Letter To My Old Self

Dear girl who had a shoddy past, I am hoping that we will never meet again and therefore writing this letter to talk to you, to confess, to thank you for the times you have been there for me when the whole world let me…

Poetry

I Will Stop Loving You

  When the sun doesn’t shine And dreams are no longer mine When hopes run out And volcanoes no longer shout When all the oceans become dry And you count all the stars in the sky When all the trees’ leaves wither And the earth…

Poetry

Ode to the Discarded

While sitting on the curb, I see a rusty old bolt laying on the pavement.   I pick it up, turn it and feel its heft, its cold edges, My fingers now stained orange.   I run fingertips over threads still sharp, not stripped.  …

Poetry

Women Rights

Don’t try to introduce my skin to your skin, ‘cause such introduction doesn’t let the light to get in Don’t try to prove me as your servant while starting my talk about the equality between women and men! Don’t try to teach me the art…